Gone Underneath

I can't tell Satan to get behind me coz it's quite obvious I don't have eyes in the back of my head even if my backs against the wall I can see the enemy coming from far off so I won't get caught off guard walked across many floors seen a lot of doors and the knocks were hard faced so much rejection as a child that I, tend to show up where I'm not expected southpaw treated like I veered off the right handed path shaking hands with devils is normal it's not harmful when no ones a saint numbers add up and don't lie just ask 9 it will repeat it's self every time turning upside down into a 6 in a drop of a hat falling from a rack never look back afraid of that might catch myself trying to catch up can't wait for that way to swift with quick wit still water runs deep flow can be steep like a bag of Tetley sitting in a cup of hot liquid like a caffeine quick fix can't be lukewarm I'll spit it out so profound like hits by Motown lit up like a light bulb more watts than California somewhere underground where ITS not a clown those who tried to destroy me are on their last leg I still got all my faculties along with difficulties I'm still a beast